︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎


︎︎ ︎︎       ︎︎ ︎︎('I: 1920 / @LuKoruptorr )

︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎
(03:22) i ask myself,

“could I be like that too?” calm, strong, and content with just my own existence?”

but, i knew that was only half the truth. for in every ray of starlight i gaze upon, there is a small hope that hangs. the hope of someone who will sit next to me, not having to say much, just sharing the beauty of the night with me. and until that time comes, a will remain like this-calm in my solitude, yet never stop hoping. i will write letters to the night, hang prayers on the stars, and entrust my heart to time. because i know that even though i'm alone now, i'm not really alone. there is a small world inside me waiting to be shared.
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎